Disclaimer: I've said it before and I'll say it again! Lord of the Rings
ain't mine!
Author's note on the disclaimer: It's not mine? Oh yeah, it's not . . .damn. Wait, and that means that Frodo isn't mine either? Oh, censored censored!!@#$^%&*(! *starts crying hysterically*
The poem is also Tolkien's.
Extra challenge: find where the girl's name is from in Tolkien's stuff. That's not actually where it came from, I used it for my self-insert alias for a long time, as in before I read LotR, but see if you can find where it's from. ( ~the Author.
"Argh!" I yelled in frustration. "For the life of me I can't remember if either the book or the movie said where Gandalf went! I wonder if they even did say . . ." Frodo looked sympathetically at me. "I wish I'd brought my copy of the Fellowship," I sighed. I had been spending the past hour trying to remember where Gandalf had gone, other than on a "research trip" about the Ring. "I can't remember, Frodo, I really can't," I said, quietly and sadly. "Something about a library, I think, and near Mordor, I believe. . .wait, no, that was in the movie, it could have just been Hollywood . . ." Frodo now looked quite confused. "Never mind," I said hastily. "My best guess is in Minas Tirith somewhere, but don't count on it," I finished. "And what else do we have to go on?" Frodo asked. "I haven't seen or heard from Gandalf in a few years, maybe if he's not there they'll at least have tidings of him. Or along our way. I don't know, we really do need Gandalf's counsel here. But I suppose that's why we're looking for him . . ."
I stared at Frodo, surprised. "You really intend to go all the way to Gondor just on my guess?" I asked, incredulous. Gandalf's words from the Fellowship of the Ring rang clear in my mind. "Hobbits really are amazing creatures, as I have said before. You can learn all there is to know about their ways in a month, and yet after a hundred years they can still surprise you at a pinch . . ." Frodo seemed determined to find Gandalf, and he was willing to leave on a quite long journey to find him. "Look," Frodo said. "There are 11 fangirls after me, you're stuck here, and from what you have inferred you might very well give away information by mistake that could cause the doom of middle earth. Now, if it wasn't for the fangirls, maybe we could just have you keep your mouth shut and let things go as they're supposed to, but there are now 11 seriously crazy people running around the Shire, and I really don't want to know what kind of damage they can do. Yes, I really do intend to look for Gandalf. If anything, it'll confuse my, er, stalkers." He finished his sentence, and cast a nervous look around the room to all the windows as if he was afraid that his 'stalkers' were listening.
"Well," I said, "If you're going, I'm coming with you." He smiled. "I wouldn't be going anywhere at all without you," he replied. I wondered then what he meant. Once again, I thought that maybe . . .no. Not a chance that he'd ever love me. It was hopeless and I knew it, and so for the second time I dismissed the part of the words he'd said that held a hint of caring. "Although I warn you even if I do know what's about to happen, which I'm not really certain of anymore, but if I do know, I might not be able to tell you," I added. Frodo nodded. "Yes, that makes sense. If something is supposed to happen to me . . .and changing it might mean the end of Middle-earth as I know it, then yes. Let what is supposed to happen, happen." He did not know then what he was pledging himself to. Because I had no way of knowing what would change things and what wouldn't. Once time moved into the realm of the books, everything would have to happen. Everything.
"All right then," I said. "It's a good distance to Minas Tirith, Frodo. It's up to you when we leave, but my suggestion is soon." Frodo nodded again. "Then we'll be off soon, Laurelyn," he said. "Soon, as in tomorrow."
* * * * * *
The morning dawned bright and clear. Frodo and I had packed up food, and clothing, and some old daggers of Bilbo's that we decided to bring in case we met trouble. Both of us had ponies that Frodo had apparently bought at some point in time before I came. I figured that J.R.R Tolkien just hadn't bothered to mention that oh yeah, somewhere between ages 33 and 50, Frodo had a couple of ponies. Real plot point that would've been, huh? But as we tied the last few things onto the ponies' saddle bags, I wondered if maybe he didn't have ponies in the books. Oh well, I'll never know, I thought. Frodo jumped up onto his pony, and I followed. My pony was a bit short for me, but I couldn't complain, it was better than going on foot. We walked down the road from Bag End, just as the sun rose up. No one knew that we had gone.
The road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began
Now far ahead the Road has gone
And I must follow, if I can
Pursuing it with weary feet
Until it joins some larger way
Where many paths and errands meet
And whither then? I cannot say.
Reviews are welcomed, flames will be sent on to Mordor and Sauron knows where you live . . .
Thanx so much to all the wonderful people who HAVE reviewed (hint hint to those folk who haven't).
WaterShadow- why do you want to know how old I am?
Queen Greenleaf- I'm glad you liked it. I liked your "A messed up love hexagon with one side missing," fic, too.
Elf-gurl- I just did write more. Ya happy?
The potions mistress- ditto from above, glad you liked it.
Kotetsu109- glad you like it. What is Tenchi, may I ask?
And everybody else who reviewed before chapter 3, thanx for reviewing!
Author's note on the disclaimer: It's not mine? Oh yeah, it's not . . .damn. Wait, and that means that Frodo isn't mine either? Oh, censored censored!!@#$^%&*(! *starts crying hysterically*
The poem is also Tolkien's.
Extra challenge: find where the girl's name is from in Tolkien's stuff. That's not actually where it came from, I used it for my self-insert alias for a long time, as in before I read LotR, but see if you can find where it's from. ( ~the Author.
"Argh!" I yelled in frustration. "For the life of me I can't remember if either the book or the movie said where Gandalf went! I wonder if they even did say . . ." Frodo looked sympathetically at me. "I wish I'd brought my copy of the Fellowship," I sighed. I had been spending the past hour trying to remember where Gandalf had gone, other than on a "research trip" about the Ring. "I can't remember, Frodo, I really can't," I said, quietly and sadly. "Something about a library, I think, and near Mordor, I believe. . .wait, no, that was in the movie, it could have just been Hollywood . . ." Frodo now looked quite confused. "Never mind," I said hastily. "My best guess is in Minas Tirith somewhere, but don't count on it," I finished. "And what else do we have to go on?" Frodo asked. "I haven't seen or heard from Gandalf in a few years, maybe if he's not there they'll at least have tidings of him. Or along our way. I don't know, we really do need Gandalf's counsel here. But I suppose that's why we're looking for him . . ."
I stared at Frodo, surprised. "You really intend to go all the way to Gondor just on my guess?" I asked, incredulous. Gandalf's words from the Fellowship of the Ring rang clear in my mind. "Hobbits really are amazing creatures, as I have said before. You can learn all there is to know about their ways in a month, and yet after a hundred years they can still surprise you at a pinch . . ." Frodo seemed determined to find Gandalf, and he was willing to leave on a quite long journey to find him. "Look," Frodo said. "There are 11 fangirls after me, you're stuck here, and from what you have inferred you might very well give away information by mistake that could cause the doom of middle earth. Now, if it wasn't for the fangirls, maybe we could just have you keep your mouth shut and let things go as they're supposed to, but there are now 11 seriously crazy people running around the Shire, and I really don't want to know what kind of damage they can do. Yes, I really do intend to look for Gandalf. If anything, it'll confuse my, er, stalkers." He finished his sentence, and cast a nervous look around the room to all the windows as if he was afraid that his 'stalkers' were listening.
"Well," I said, "If you're going, I'm coming with you." He smiled. "I wouldn't be going anywhere at all without you," he replied. I wondered then what he meant. Once again, I thought that maybe . . .no. Not a chance that he'd ever love me. It was hopeless and I knew it, and so for the second time I dismissed the part of the words he'd said that held a hint of caring. "Although I warn you even if I do know what's about to happen, which I'm not really certain of anymore, but if I do know, I might not be able to tell you," I added. Frodo nodded. "Yes, that makes sense. If something is supposed to happen to me . . .and changing it might mean the end of Middle-earth as I know it, then yes. Let what is supposed to happen, happen." He did not know then what he was pledging himself to. Because I had no way of knowing what would change things and what wouldn't. Once time moved into the realm of the books, everything would have to happen. Everything.
"All right then," I said. "It's a good distance to Minas Tirith, Frodo. It's up to you when we leave, but my suggestion is soon." Frodo nodded again. "Then we'll be off soon, Laurelyn," he said. "Soon, as in tomorrow."
* * * * * *
The morning dawned bright and clear. Frodo and I had packed up food, and clothing, and some old daggers of Bilbo's that we decided to bring in case we met trouble. Both of us had ponies that Frodo had apparently bought at some point in time before I came. I figured that J.R.R Tolkien just hadn't bothered to mention that oh yeah, somewhere between ages 33 and 50, Frodo had a couple of ponies. Real plot point that would've been, huh? But as we tied the last few things onto the ponies' saddle bags, I wondered if maybe he didn't have ponies in the books. Oh well, I'll never know, I thought. Frodo jumped up onto his pony, and I followed. My pony was a bit short for me, but I couldn't complain, it was better than going on foot. We walked down the road from Bag End, just as the sun rose up. No one knew that we had gone.
The road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began
Now far ahead the Road has gone
And I must follow, if I can
Pursuing it with weary feet
Until it joins some larger way
Where many paths and errands meet
And whither then? I cannot say.
Reviews are welcomed, flames will be sent on to Mordor and Sauron knows where you live . . .
Thanx so much to all the wonderful people who HAVE reviewed (hint hint to those folk who haven't).
WaterShadow- why do you want to know how old I am?
Queen Greenleaf- I'm glad you liked it. I liked your "A messed up love hexagon with one side missing," fic, too.
Elf-gurl- I just did write more. Ya happy?
The potions mistress- ditto from above, glad you liked it.
Kotetsu109- glad you like it. What is Tenchi, may I ask?
And everybody else who reviewed before chapter 3, thanx for reviewing!